The clarion., 1887-09-28
Err 2S, 1887. Vol. 51--No. "a

from allowing the woman wnom ne
loved to look upon the portrait of the
girl who had loved him, and whose
trust he had betrayed.
For he could better appreciate now,
what he had made Daisy suffer-now
that his own heart was awake.
IF she loved me, as love this queen
of hearts, he thought, what must my
infidelity have cost her? Poor little,
innocent childl Heaven grant that
this woman, who holds my heart in her
hands, may not fling it away as did
Daisy's!"
And mentally he vowed standing
beside his Fate" and gazing with her
on the Marguerite seek out the
poor crushed flower he had worn so
lightly, and ask her pardon, and be to
her always a true friend and brother.
Ida Armytage, the beauty and heiress,
stood long before the picture without
word. 1t may have been the MEM
ory of Marguerite's sad story, or it
may have been the pure and simple
loneliness of the fower-like face, that
touched her heart-but, as she gazed,
her own face grew clouded, and look
of pam and trouble grew in her deep
violet eyes.
Then suddenly she turned to Cyril.
She was stately always, but she seemed
imperious now.
What was her name" she asked
him.
For his life he could not have re-
fused to answer; could not-eyen to
win her = deceive the woman he
adored.
Il called her Daisy" he said hum
bly, ut was a pet name only, she was
a sort of distant cousin-I do not re-
member her real lname-.Daisy Vane. u"
"And did you love her?-I know
that she loved you-no need to tell me
that; l read it in those innocent eyes.
Did you love her, Cyril Qanvers?"
Then he told her all. His vanity,
his falsehood, his awaking to real love,
his penitence for the wrong he had
done Daisy.
Il never knew how great it was till
/ loved your he cried. .'For until
then L never knew what love wasi Oh,
Ida, you are dearer to me than my
lifei | have no wish to live unless /
win you"
''And so feels Daisy still for your
she cried, with her lovely color mant-
ling high, and her violet eyes growing
deep and dark with emotion; "or so
she did feel few months ago, when |
saw her and learned her story. i
know what her sorrow was! 1t was to
win you back to her that | first sought
to meet and know your
Face to face they stood, looking into
each others eyes, s,-the woman flushed
and proud, the man pale as death
"You have deceived me, then-as
did Daisy" he groaned; ''trifled with
my true heart-as | did with hers!
WE'LL" he turned away and covered
his face with his hands, Il am Justly
punishedw
She laid her soft white hand upon
his arm and looked up into his face
with a smile like that of Marguerite
herself. The proud, imperious air was
gone; she was gentle. pleading, tender
now as Daisy could have been.
mo" she said. II have not trified
or deceived, for l love you Cyril
Nay" for he would have caught her
in his arms, mot till you are freel
You are Daisy's yet, unless she gives me
to you; l hold it nothing that she gave
you back your freedom when you asked
it;-what could her pride do less? She
is not, to-day, the little simple girl
you won; she is called beautiful, and
she studied hard to be worthy of you,
and had ample means, left to her by
relative. She is no more the simple
child you cast away, but a proud
woman, Cyril. But pride could not
cure her love, and she grieved for
you, and vowed that | would bring
you back. Let me keep my word.
Come back with me to your mothers
house, and to Daisy and let her de-
eide our fate.
But he hesitated.
'.If she should hold me bound" he
said-''and l love you"
But she smiled happily.
'She is too proud to hold you against
your will," she added. ssWill you
Gomez"
"Anywhere-with you to lead!" he
answered, passionately.
She held out her hand
Il will lead you to your happiness, !"
she said, quietly.
The evening" sun bathed the land
scape in crimson splendor as they
drove up to the gate. How familiar
was the Scenei
Those seem to be the very same
meadow-daisies whose heads / switched
off years ago." Cyril said; and then
another memory came back and he
broke off, signing.
Mrs. Danvers came running out to
meet them, and clasped her long-lost
truant in her arms.
Welcome home, my son" she
cried; then turning to Miss Armytage:
"And Daisy, too! You two together!
So you succeeded then, true heart,
and won him back againr'
Cyril uttered sudden cry.
DAISY" he cried. you, DaisyP
Oh!' And then swift comprehension
flashed on his heart and brain. He
turned. and caught her to his heart.
Forgive me! Forgive me, my true love!
| know you now-so changed and yet
the same; my little cousin, my own
sweet .Daisyr"